11/13/10

Ullr is coming, he expects a day long commitment to truely schralpthose forested white fluffy gifts.

chasing ze trutta has softened me.that knee thing softened me.

it's all for the better, I needed a step back from it all, a reboot.and so, considering that this was the fish of the day on my last outing, I'm guessing the trout have pretty much shut down their surface feeding for the year...except on the LeTort, and I'm not much up for that chess match..

SO, Friday, eating lunch, I thought that maybe 'Roxbury to HorseValley and then home via the 'best' way considered at the time' loop would be something fun to do.

Turns out, I was right.

If you consider yourself in any way a seasoned cyclist, it pays to listen to your internal 8-Ball instinct. Don't even ask, you know that "All signs point to yes"

GO, now. !

"ok."It always pays to push for a few hours into a charming headwind and then climbup one of few storied climbs in the area.Opens up that direct channel to pedaling on instinct, counting on that CountryStore that's up at that four way on up the road from here.

Bounce the helmeted head off thelow hanging Diesel sign and have a chuckle with the local feller filling up a rather raw looking drum in the back of his pick up... mmmmm, locals.mmmmmmm, Shoefly Pie....the perfect SouthCentral snack, sitting on a bench in the late lunchtime sun.Spin on up 75, then blissful seclusion down thru rolling rolling HorseValley, This place takes me back to rural roadie riding during the VT days....what a hidden gem. Onceyou're in, you're in, just pedal to the other side and soak it all in.Qwik refuel in East Waterford, new store isopen, so sterile, modern, compared to before. bummer flashback to the night it burned, was there the day before whileout pedaling, and then directly after, freaky....

From there it's just a head down, chomp the bitsand pedal 32T whirlwind circles all the way home.Intercept the perfect sunset timing from down valley before the Turnpike, chasing it via sketchy feeling blurred descent of Wagg's...ride it on old school instinct...these old Campy brakes are 'speed modulators', not BRAKES!! We're coasting now...

hit the line from memory and just trust that shitand relish one final ripper down ze mountain. Snow could be flying soon and it's been a while.Maybe coulda caught that car and those Harleys, but only a 32 ring, and sanity prevailed...did close the gap though, freakin' vest zipper fumbling....

good times, good times indeed.day long adventures, oh how I've missed thee.